Thirteen Duels

[tangodelamuerte]

Three, sayeth the man. Thrice. Is that so many? What be a civil brawl in Verona streets where a lesser man be pierced straight through at the price of a glance? My hand is unstained. So same for that Montague dog. My kinsmen and I have the right to be armed. And weapons have not a purpose of being if they are not drawn to defense

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[vigilantiris]

And to what Montague do you refer?

A CHALLENGER APPEARS

[tangodelamuerte]

A sniveling, cowardly dog by the name of Benvolio, cousin of Romeo, nephew of the vile Lord Theodore Montague. My mouth must be freed of spittle at the mention of the like.

brain breaking to commence ^^

[vigilantiris]

I only know of one vile Montague, Laertes Montague, but he has been taken care off, though I shall not bear you to speak ill of Romeo in my presence.

like so much glass

[tangodelamuerte]

Romeo? I shall speak as ill as I please. Spawn of Montague, scourge of Verona! Coward among the cowards and more.

XD

[vigilantiris]

Neo Verona owes Romeo, and Juliet, for the sacrifices they made. You shall not defile their loss with your words.

[tangodelamuerte]

Quit thy riddles, madman. I speak of Verona by the beach. Spare me the splintered truths that creation hath skewered into this knotted place. My beloved cousin, Juliet is not dear to thee. The wretch that has earned my disdain is not of the same yellowed belly markings.

[vigilantiris]

I am Tybalt, and who be you to speak of such things you know nothing of?

[tangodelamuerte]

Bite thy tongue, cur! I am Tybalt, Prince of Cats and in absence of my uncle, I carry the Capulet lord title with unabashed pride.

[vigilantiris]

Do you attempt to mock me?

[tangodelamuerte]

Unlike thyself, sir I am not a pretender. My words are not a jest. Will you quarrel, sir?

[vigilantiris]

I pretend nothing, for I am Tybalt, son of Montague and of a Capulet. Upon my sword I should have you offer your forgiveness both to Juliet and to Romeo.

[tangodelamuerte]

Thou say both names together, so mismatched in placement. Doest thou pair the toad and swan, the rock and feather? I have no forgiveness for thee nor any standing man. Son of a Montague and Capulet? A union was ne'er created and by God's will shall never.

[irislover]

Sir Tybalt, I'm glad you have finally met my older brother, Tybalt.

[tangodelamuerte]

Know thou this man?

[irislover]

I am the Romeo he mentions. This is a grave misunderstanding.

private/ hard to hack

[irislover]

Um. Brother... This is a long story.